Everyday was beautiful. It never occurred to me that it had to come to some end. The inexplicable happiness I’d feel is still there. The way you light up still makes me grin silly. The codes we exclusively understand. The conversations that unintentionally become knowing and long deliberations, that they say would have been narrowed down, yet we unknowingly enjoy. Then, it started to feel sad, and dreadful. How did that happen too soon?_-